18 Quotes by Kristen Proby

You don’t like romantic shit,” Luke remarks and frowns at me.“I don’t like watching you lay the romantic shit on my best friend, pal. It’s disgusting. This,” I gesture around the room with my hands, “is not a movie. But I do like watching Zac Efron, Channing Tatum, and a number of other hot actors lay on the romantic shit in a movie. I have a vagina.”“I’m aware,” Luke remarks earning a glare from Nate. “Although, not first-hand,” he quickly adds.

Oh, trust me, sugar, having your tight, naked ass cradled against my dick was damn alluring.” He steps closer to me and tips my chin up with his fingers. “But I wouldn’t take advantage of you when you don’t have your wits about you. When I take you, you’ll know exactly what we’re doing, what you’re feeling, and I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.”Holy fucking hell.

Jesus, you never fail to surprise me, baby.” He’s supporting the heavy bike, and us, with his strong legs braced on either side. He reaches between us and rips my yoga pants at the seam of my crotch. Holy fucking shit! My panties are next, and before I know it, he’s lowered the waist of his pants and is filling me.

We're not friends, Mark," I reply sadly. "We're strangers with memories.

I love you, Maddie, and I am devoted to making your life full of happiness and accomplishments, nurturing your creativity, encouraging your independence and making sure you always know what a gift you are to this world.” He kisses her forehead and she smiles up at him happily before admiring her pretty new necklace.

I love you, Josie, and I am devoted to making your life full of happiness and accomplishments, ensuring that you thrive to your fullest potential and that while you reach for the sky, you remain grounded by the love of our family and our home.

Yeah, I got her,” Will confirms.“Who you got?” I ask.“You, drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I start to follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.“Um, Will?”“Yeah?”“I lost my feet.”“What?” he laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.“I can’t find my feet.”Why is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!

Don’t cry,” he whispers. “Just let me do what I do best, baby. Let me take care of you.” “It’s hard for me to let people in, Leo.” “I’m already in,” he reminds me. “And I’m not going anywhere.

I get lost in you,” I whisper, wishing I could see her face but not wanting to move her. “Mm,” she says. “But it’s the kind of lost that’s like being found.